Transmigrated as the Stepmother of The Male Protagonist of a Wealthy Family

Chapter 33: Angry Handsome Daddy

　　Wen Yuduo shrugged, "Actually, it's not cold today."

　　Wu Xin frowned: "I have raised three children myself. Young people must listen to others. Don't think that the so-called scientific parenting learned from experts online can be worth so many years of life experience?" 

　　Wen Yuduo nodded immediately, "Okay, okay, okay. Mom, everything you said is right."

　　Wu Xin waved her hand, "Oh, if you keep Xiaoyu for a while, I will make sure he is fat and healthy. His spleen and stomach are not very good now, so he should eat more millet porridge or yam ground by himself." I will grind a can of yam powder for you when the time comes, and you can put a spoonful in it every time you feed the porridge."

　　Wen Yuduo was a little speechless. She felt that Zhou Shaoyu was already fat enough, so fat that he could hardly be carried. The growth curve of his monthly physical examination was also very steep. But Wu Xin obviously still thinks he is too thin.

　　Zhou Shaoyu climbed up to Wen Chuyue and twisted into the arms of the beautiful aunt. Wen Chuyue looked at the little dumpling in her arms and raised her lips slightly, with helplessness in her eyes.

　　Wu Xin looked at the innocent child, couldn't help but sigh, and said to Wen Yuduo sincerely: "Xiaoyu is so kind. Poor, he has lost his biological parents since he was a child. Zhou Zhiyue is too busy, and the Zhou family is cold. It's deserted and lacks the warmth of family. You have to be nicer to Xiaoyu. Babies are all little angels. They are pure white paper and can only hold the closest people in their hearts."

　　Wen Yuduo was moved by these words and nodded, "Yeah."

　　Wu Xin smiled proudly, "Raising children well? It is also a very meaningful thing. Look at me, you three brothers and sisters are all so outstanding, but I didn't teach them."

　　Wen Yuduo immediately stared, "Yes, yes. Mother is absolutely right!"

　　Zhou Shaoyu played too high, and Wen Chuyue had no experience in raising children. The little guy accidentally knocked over the corn juice on the low coffee table in the living room, and the yellow corn juice flowed everywhere.

　　Wen Yuduo ran to the rescue, but it was too late. The boy's hands and clothes were all dirty, and Wen Yuduo's hands were also stained with thick yellow corn juice.

　　"Yuduo, I'll change his clothes. You go wash your hands." Wu Xin took Zhou Shaoyu away quickly.

　　Wen Yuduo was about to take out a few tissues, but someone moved faster than her.

　　Zhou Zhiyue didn't know when he came here. He couldn't help but hold Wen Yuduo's hand, lowered his eyes, and picked up a paper towel to help her wipe away the corn juice.

Wen Yuduo was a little surprised, then slightly shy, "I can just do it myself."

　　"Don't move." Zhou Zhiyue held her hand and helped her wipe her fingers one by one.

　　The movements are both careful and forceful, taking care of every inch of skin meticulously, as if wiping a fragile piece of art.

　　During this period, Zhou Zhiyue pulled her sleeves up to her elbows, revealing her bright white wrists with red marks that had not faded away. Her skin leaves marks easily, and once marks are left, they take a long time to fade away.

　　Wen Yuduo felt a shiver in her heart and bit her lip. Although there was nothing good about her, she felt guilty, but she didn't know how to explain the origin of these obvious finger marks to Zhou Zhiyue.

　　Fortunately, Zhou Zhiyue didn't interfere. He took out two more disinfectant wipes and carefully cleaned each of her fingers little by little. Then he went up and wiped the wrists three times carefully to ensure that every corner was taken care of.